I will never be able to forget my parents’ look while they were dying. I was 9. (Diane Niyongira)

I have been encircled by armed men. I was so afraid I fainted. When I woke up, my hand was lying next to my body. (Fred Murisa)

I still receive intimidation letters and death threats. I know it is my neighbors who send them. (Samuel Nduwayo)

On March 18, 1997 some Hutu militias that had escaped to Congo came to my school in Nyange. They ask us to form separate groups for Hutu and Tutsi. We refused, so they shot everybody. (Phanuel Sindayiheba)